trick or treat

sloppy joes
hot dogs
chips
pretzels
carrots
celery
water
sugar!

we took the kids to see a christian illusionist (?) at church where we ate the above foods followed by trick or treating through the rainy puddled parking lot to gather candy.

jude was referred to as "she" repeatedly, regardless of the cockscomb atop his head. ::shrug:: zorro really believed that everyone else thought he was zorro. he gathered candy and waved his sword around. fabulous.

will i ever cook again?

popcorn, coca cola

having eaten a large sunday meal (so american of us) we ate popcorn for dinner.

popcorn, buttery
coke over ice
water

(jude is sick and went to bed without supper)

soup, sandwich

grilled cheese on white
campbell's vegetable beef soup, canned, heated
leftover pizza as desired

grandmama to the rescue again. we spent the afternoon buying a car and came home to crunchy cheeziness.

later, henry and ernie eat popcorn at the movies with grandpa.

chili

apart from cleaning the crusty thing, i *love* the crock pot for its ease and tidiness: the kitchen is a veritable clean palette by the time dinner approaches, but the dinner is prepared and ready for consumption!

leftover weird tube sausage
onion
garlic
chili powder (too much on accident, but delish nonetheless)
curry powder
garlic powder
hominy
black beans
tomato and tomato paste puree
salt

shreds of cheddar

bread and butter
orange juice

popcorn, cherry coke/mountain dew, and weird care-package cookies during "survivor."

asian vinaigrette

after an hour or two of raking leaves and chasing leaf throwers from the growing pile, we came in and made a twenty minute stir fry.




chicken, garlicked and soy-sauced
rice
noodles
variety of vegetables, brightly colored
egg rolls: cabbage, chicken
water

old standby

"when you were a baby i fed you beans nearly every night," i tell henry as he scoops up a third spoonful in anticipation of apple dessert. and it's true. he was a bean lover. jude hurls and smears and dumps his bowl on the table. dinner wouldn't be the same if he didn't.

black beans
yellow rice
yellow corn
water
apple dessert, compliments of grandmama, which will be all the more delicious with coffee in tomorrow's a.m.

pork chopping

ernie rehearses, i teach an endless parade of students, my mother cares for our children and then feeds us dinner.

pork chops with some insanely delicious syrupy glaze
garlicky mashed potatoes, the real thing, no box involved
green beans, the shredded variety

henry dips everything he eats in ranch dressing. gag! but at least he eats this way. ::shrug::

thank you, grandmama, for feeding your sorry daughter and the hungry men with whom she resides!

buffets, mozzarella

having gorged ourselves with green salads and potatoes at lunch time we are not hungry for supper. henry makes mozzarella sticks wearing "this green thing." he eats those with a jam sandwich while watching mickey and donald and goofy don blue and become three musketeers. jude is sick of teeth and sleeps early in anticipation of an all night nursing.





we plan to eat ice cream but go to bed without due to needy children, cold weather, and an altogether bare refrigerator.

the general

napless, the boys go to bed full of granola and other snack-foods, turning their kitten noses up at any suggestion of dinner.

so we buy chinese and eat it while sitting under blankets, leaving the dishes on the coffee table till morning.

general tso chicken
various and sundry rices
hot and sour soup
egg roll

neglecting our fortunes i toss them in the trash come morning.

cheese steak

the enormity of these sandwiches should be embarrassing.



philly cheesesteaks
fries

not a vegetable in sight, unless you count the shrivel of onion and pepper bloodied by the meat of it all.

at least i cooked!

grandma noodles

chicken and noodles. fat noodles.

sick boys eat little.

does junk food at midnight while watching "survivor" count as an extension of supper?

church dinner

remind me *not* to r.s.v.p. for the dinner at the church when they're serving meatloaf.

we were late, the stuff was cold.

"blech."

as ernie says, "someone, somewhere, loves meatloaf."

which raises the question, "why didn't meatloaf die out with legs of mutton?"

thin crusted, no olives

papa john's pizza at my parents' house.

i'm noticing a pattern of italian food. ::scratching head::

cheesy noodles, chocolate

another day of little and no nappage we appear in the kitchen at dinnertime preferring sleep over food. "we need something quick that they'll eat a lot of," i say to the cans of beans, the boxes of pasta, the jars of cherries crowded together, disorganized, on the pantry shelves.

rainbow rotini, boiled eight minutes in salted water
parmesan cheese, other basil and peppered cheese to grate
frozen peas, microwaved
pepper
ice water in a nalgene bottle to share

the boys eat the entire 16 oz box of noodles. amazing. they snuggle down to sleep drowsy and i leave the kitchen to clean tomorrow morning.

later, i eat peanut m & m's while ernie returns a dvd and swings through the burger king in search of something for us to eat since our children ate all of the dinner.

sigh.

guacomole, cheerios

a late lunch made for a ridiculous supper of snacks at grandmama's house.

cheerios, honey nut variety (jude and henry only)
guacamole, homemade, with tomatoes
tortilla chips
weird dip with beans from hy-vee
water
coffee

the children are bathed and put to bed. pizza is purchased late in the night and consumed by the parents.

large, pan; mushrooms and green olives
root-beer

calzone

"what is for dinner," husband asks wife via telephone.
"no plans yet (2 in afternoon)." wife admits to husband.
"let's eat calzones," husband suggests.

due to a long teaching afternoon and no time for whipping up bread dough, ready made pizza crusts are purchased, along with a weird tube of sausage, pepperoni slices, and a mix of spring greens.

calzones with sauce, mozzarella, weird tubed sausage, pepperoni, green olives, mushrooms (parents)
calzone split in half with sauce, mozzarella, pepperoni (it's come to this), (children)
spring greens
tomatoes
sprinkly crunchiness (jude eats in a pile, parents eat on salad)
red pepper dressing
water

stay to supper

an account of the long lost art of feeding the family. regularly. and something good.